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Drabble, Kurt/Blaine
A/N: Reaction to box scene, sort of, because apparently this is what my brain comes up with.
“Look at it Kurt, all hard and glistening, just for you.”
“God, I love when you talk dirty,” Kurt babbles, his fingers never stopping their rapid exploration.
“Just imagine touching it, running your fingers all over the smooth surface…”
“Yes, Blaine.”
“Rubbing along it over your skin, your lips; gently resting on your throat…”
“Mmmmm…”
“Or holding together that vintage silk Hermes scarf…”
“Oh god.”
“It’s the perfect length, isn’t it? Just right, two inches long. With a pin and revolver catch.”
“You guys are so weird,” Finn says from the recliner.
With a sigh Kurt clicks away from the solid gold, diamond encrusted turtle brooch and browses the other auctions. Not like he could ever afford it in a million years, anyway. Blaine doesn’t move from his spot where he’s plastered up alongside Kurt’s body on the couch, idly stroking his thigh and breathing slow and warm against his earlobe. “Someday, baby,” he whispers. Kurt turns away from the screen of his laptop to pull Blaine in for a quick, but fairly dirty, kiss. Finn clears his throat obnoxiously.
“As long as I have you, I don’t need any over-priced old jewelry,” Kurt says, resuming his browsing through the website. Blaine grins and nestles his head into Kurt’s neck.
“Me eith- oh my god,” Blaine’s voice goes so husky and desperate that Kurt shivers and has to squeeze his eyes shut. “A vintage Hamilton gold-filled railroad pocket watch!”
Kurt clicks on the details of the auction and Blaine groans, eyes wide.
“I need it Kurt, please, oh…I want it so bad.”
As Kurt reads out the details of the auction in a low murmur (extremely fine movement adjusted to heat and cold, and five positions for exceptionally accurate timekeeping,) Finn throws his hands up and stomps from the room, then up the stairs, grumbling to himself under his breath.Kurt is torn between hysterical laughter and just throwing Blaine to the floor and ravishing him already, but when Blaine lets out a high whimper at Kurt’s heated description of jeweled with 21 rubies strategically placed at key points to minimize the amount of friction experienced by the movement, he firmly decides on the latter.
ok i did some sleuthing and said kurt anderson cafe is located in lambeth, greater london, uk and ok someone please write baker/barista/married!klaine (maybe a side of professor/writer!blaine?) living in london oMG
KURT ANDERSON CAFE
WHERE ALL THE FICS AT
THIS IS LIKE FUSION OF ALL THE BAKER/BARISTA KLAINE FICS OUT THERE
MAKE THIS HAPPEN
PLEASE
When you see it…
i was trying to find the ‘it’ you mentioned and i thought it was the picture illusion of the pig in her butt ((i got grossed out because w H Y)) that you were mentioning… obviously i was wrong.
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me all morning
hug me i’ve been in denial about it ending for a whole year now
yup there’s this telly (who was wes the warbler)
and this telly (who works as a set production assistant on glee)
